NovelsFreeStopping with his mouth wide open, Silas gavea confused look before closing his mouth with a sigh. "I guess I should have." "Then why didn't you?" I asked, trying to understand why he wouldn't. That was something I could have used to steercloser in the right direction but instead, he had said nothing and letfloat around in unanswered questions. "I guess I didn't think about it, honestly... there is much you still don't understand." Resting my hand on my forehead, I closed my eyes and breathed through the outburst that desperately wanted to leave me. I wanted to shout at him, scream and curse his nfor draggingaround for days and givinga history lesson instead of tellingbut I knew I wouldn't get anywhere acting like that.
"Who did Inanna act like this with before... the people she was with, who were they?" Glancing at Silas again, I watched him tap his fingers on the table. "I may have been Anna's guard, but I didn't know everything that was going on. I just saw and heard certain things." I found it hard to believe that Silas didn't know more, considering the fact he had toldso much already. Granted, he could have read a lot of it in books, but I had a feeling everything he toldwas first-hand information.
"Okay, then answerthis... how many years has Anna been dead?" The moment that the question left my lips, Silas froze. He stared atwith such a blank expression I began to wonder if what I said was not in English. After all, he was staring atlike I had grown three heads. "A hundred years ago... three years after Inanna left the realm." The conversation was clipped, and with the last of his words, he turned quickly and made his way toward the main door. I wasn't sure why it was his attitude changed but shoving the purple book into my bag, I quickly made my way after him. "Silas!" I called out in confusion, "Silas, stop." | My feet carriedforward, and by the tthe moonlight filtered overonce more, I barely had caus et Silas', arm stopping him in his tracks. He was angry, and as he gritted his teeth with a clenched jaw, he stared down at me. I didn't understand why.
·AH "Letgo, Cassie," he said sternly as he pulled his arm from my grasp. I had no clue what had happened. I did was asked when Anna died. One minute he was laughing and telling stories, and the next, he was pissed off at the world.
"Dude... what's wrong? Why are you acting like this?" He turned away, taking a moment before glancing back at me. "You just... you remindso much of her and thinking of the day she died... the day she left is not something that brings back happy memories, Cassie." There was so much emotion in those last few words that suddenly maderealize why he was so dead set on tellingabout Anna, how he knew so much about her to the point where most of the memories brought a smile to his face.
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